Chapter 1
Peter woke up to someone poking him right in his damn ribs.
Grunting, he swatted at whoever was jabbing at him before rolling over to bury his face in the pillows. Only to have whoever swatted him throw themselves onto him instead.
“Fuck-TOM!” Peter exclaimed, throwing his younger brother off of his bed. The curly haired teen landed with an ‘oomph’ and a glare.
“What was that for?!” Tom demanded and Peter stared at him,
“You elbowed me in the ribs and then suplexed me!”
“And? Maybe you shouldn’t set your alarm to full blast! And still not even wake up!”
“Think of it as I’m helping you” Peter said with a chuckle, throwing the covers off anyways and stretching as he sat up, “besides, not like you’re gonna be late just cause I slept in”
“Not like you can drive in New York anyways” Tom grumbled, standing up and brushing his clothes down, “traffic is backed, Tobey had to leave early today”
“Hasn’t his boss been pissy at him for being like…two minutes late a week ago?”
“Two weeks now actually”
Peter blinked, shaking his head at Tom before squinting at the clock on his side table,
“Alright, let me get dressed and I can walk with you to school, I don’t have a class until twelve”
“Peter, I'm in senior year, not kindergarten!” Tom protested with a dramatic huff which made Peter raise an eyebrow,
“You want a bagel?”
“...Yea”
“I’m walking you”
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After taking a few heavily protested pictures before they left of Tom in his ‘first day of school outfit’ for Tobey, getting bagels and dropping his brother off at school, Peter had headed to his college.
Second year of biochemistry would most likely kill him.
Tobey, the eldest Parker sibling, worked for a newspaper as a photographer while working on his own degree in biophysics. Tom wanted to go to MIT for robotics, was excited about the potential of getting in alongside his girlfriend MJ and his best friend Ned.
Peter hummed as he walked, clicking his tongue with a few whistles before he jumped as a voice came beside him,
“Hey Peter!”
“Gwen-what did I say about scaring the crap out of me?” Peter said with a chuckle at his friend and classmate,
Gwen rolled her eyes, “Maybe if you didn’t get lost up here so much…” she said, poking his temple and Peter nudged her away with his hip,
“I wasn’t! I was just…daydreaming”
“That counts as being in your head Peter”
Peter huffed, pouting at Gwen, “Are you calling me a liar?”
“No, just a bit silly” She said with a grin, shaking her head fondly as they kept walking, “you ready for second year?”
“That’s like asking if I’m ready to be eaten by aliens” Peter said with a heavy sigh, rubbing his hand down his face, “I dunno…at the moment I’ll say yes but-”
“-But when you’re in my apartment lamenting about essays it’ll be a no?”
“Yes, perfect, I’m so glad you get me”
Peter and Gwen got so wrapped up in talking to each other that Peter did in fact get lost in his head again, only to almost fall backwards when a heavy body collided with his, barely being caught by strong arms.
“Hey-you okay?”
Peter stared at who he was pretty sure was a Greek god.
Wide blue eyes stared down at him worriedly, brown hair falling into them as the man panted a bit, clearly having been running.
“Yea” Peter said, nodding, “I’m fine, just…dazed off I guess”
“It’s cool” The man says, pulling Peter properly to his feet, patting his shoulder before running off, yelling at someone named Wade about how he was gonna kick his ass.
Peter watched for a minute before looking at Gwen, not trusting the smug look she had on her face.
“What?” Peter asked and Gwen just gave a too sweet smile,
“Bisexuality crisis round two?” she asked innocently, tilting her head and Peter shook his head, starting to walk off again,
“I’m not gonna get a crush on some random hot guy who saved me from falling like some damsel in distress”
“Yea you will”
Peter gave an offended scoff at that, “I probably won’t even see him again!”
Gwen didn’t bother giving a verbal response, just raising a hand to gently tap her index and middle fingers against Peter’s temple which he waved off, Gwen laughing before thankfully changing the subject to wondering if they’d have any of the same professors as first year through the years.
He wouldn’t get caught in his own head.
Not this time.